Saturday, 28 May 2011
Mega Shark Versus Giant Octopus.
... yah slow night on the ole netflix.
Debbie Gibson is in this thing! Yes THAT Debbie Gibson. And Lorenzo Lamas. Neither is looking particularly well unfortunately. Life is weird. One minute you're a teen singing sensation and the next? You're starring in Mega Shark Versus Giant Octopus.
The only thing more unbelievable than the casting is the scene of Mega Shark jumping out of the ocean to take down a jetliner. Seriously. It wasn't a low flying jetliner. Just your average trans-pacific jumbo jet, flying along at, what, 30,000 feet or so and Mega Shark decides to jump out and make a meal of it. It was awesome.
Needless to say, some form of mind altering stimulant is highly recommended for maximum enjoyment of this movie.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Well, not TOO wild. It's a truck. But I'm still wildly excited about it. All that room, towing capacity, fuel economy, and a sync system that is a gadget lover's dream. Can't wait for the first camping trip!
Can't forget to thank Mike Rowe and Kiefer Sutherland for their relentless shilling that led me to buy a Ford product.
It doesn't help that my team isn't in the playoffs. Usually I can count on playoff pools to keep my interest in how the other teams are doing but even that hasn't helped this year. I'm happy that Vancouver has made it to the final round but that just means there's going to be some late night games from the west coast that I'm going to miss anyways.
But Vancouver moving ahead means something else to me. It means that San Jose has lost. Which means Dany Heatley has lost. Which makes me so incredibly happy. Because, fuck that guy. If the Ottawa Senators aren't winning the cup this year, I at least have this. Thank you Vancouver.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
And this is a great movie. Yes it's a movie about talking but it's the best damn movie about talking you will ever see. The acting is solid, not showy. Nobody is trying too hard to get their Oscar nomination. And Colin Firth nails it. Awesome. But it's not just an acting show piece. The visuals are fantastic as well. The shots and framing bring a dynamic flair that you wouldn't expect from a movie about talking. But the cinematography is no more showy than the acting. Watch this movie.
So, for 2010, I still love How to Train Your Dragon above all else as a movie experience. But. This movie has now trumped Inception as the best FILM of 2010. Inception did not hold up well on a second viewing on Blu Ray.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
The douchebag Future Shop clerk who took down my information on a frigging ipad so that I could be notified when my "item of interest" came in. It's not like he was entering my info into a Future Shop specific app that would tie into a customer database and prompt somebody to call me when the inventory quantity of my item went above zero. No, that I actually would have been impressed with. This guy just put my name and phone number down on the Notes app. That's not business integration, that's just being a douchebag showing off your douchebag ipad. Douchebag.
Thursday, 12 May 2011
The nose is fresh citrus. Very refreshing. But there's a little oily cloyingness there that, again, gets the nerves up a bit.
The taste is subtle smoke. At first. It blooms into a stronger, oilier version of that smoke. It's different. I don't think it's a great different. Something to talk about but not something to revisit. After the smoke clears, the cloying oil returns. Disappointing.
So the new age of single malts at the LCBO is off to a rough start but I'll keep trucking along. There's got to be some winners in this new breed.
Little smoke, no fire. 2 shots.
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
This is my new hobby. As part of EPA compliance, our vehicles need tethered gas caps. And our gas cap supplier sees nothing wrong with shipping a load of these things all jumbled together in a single box. So, in my spare time, I'll untangle a gas cap or two. It's very soothing. Zen.
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Sheep Dip! Yes it's a blend but I am a sucker for slick packaging. What the hell. It's fun to go slumming every now and then.
The aroma is muted and slightly medicinal. There's a little bit of hard oak in there but it is way in the back. Still, not anything to make me nervous. The taste is complex. Very hard to nail down. It's a cartoon revolving door. By the time you think you've nailed one flavour it has rolled over into something new. But that also means that nothing stands out. Can't really say much about it. It's there and it's not offensive but I can't really say anything else about it. There's no fire on the trail to the belly and the aftertaste is as muted as the aroma.
So, it's a blended scotch that isn't harsh or syrupy or peaty or, sadly, good. While I applaud the marketing, the product leaves much to be desired. Luckily I bought an Aberlour 12 at the same time.
Blended Meh. 2 shots.
But I didn't vote and look what happened. 4 years of a Stephen Harper led conservative majority. Sweet baby jeebus save us. I am honestly quite shocked that this happened. I figured all the drama over the Liberals had passed from memory and people would have had enough of teasing Harper with his minority government.
I guess people's memories aren't as short as I had estimated. Just short enough to forget all the horseshit that Harper spewed when he was the Reform party leader. Remember Reform? Remember all that redneck crap? That's where Harper came from. I don't pretend to know a lot but this I do know, if Harper was Prime Minister with a majority 8 years ago, we would be in Iraq as well as Afghanistan. If Harper was Prime Minister with a majority 5 years ago, I would have one less wedding to go to this summer. As soon as he got a hint of power he started running the American Republican playbook page for page. Manage the words in the media, limit the media access, disclose as little as possible to the public, ignore science, generate fear, and buy as many weapons as possible. He's a war mongering douchebag who is a little too preoccupied with who is sleeping with who. And the only thing worse than a douchebag is a douchebag without compromise. And that is who is leading this country for the next 4 years.
I'd feel even worse about not voting if there was actually a party out there who represented me. I like to think of myself as a fiscal conservative and social liberal. I don't think we should hand out money without getting anything in return but I don't think health care is something that should be denied anyone. It is absolutely no business of the government what two consenting adults do with their naughty bits. I like the idea of gun control but I hate that it has cost so much. And I think legalized marijuana should be viewed as a revenue source and not the downfall of civilization. Oh, and I fucking hate the CRTC. Fuck those guys.
Give me a party that hits those points and not only will I vote but I'll run for office.
Monday, 2 May 2011
But the internet is ablaze with chest thumping and "Fuck yah"'s like the good guys have finally won out over the dastardly villain. Meh. Americans may have claimed good guy status going into Afghanistan but they sure as fuck lost it when they started bombing Iraq. And that's precisely when I lost interest in Osama Bin Laden. Whatever. I'm sure this will mean the end of terrorism and hatred towards the United States.
Again, whatever, it's done, can we move on now? No, of course not. Because the great unwashed didn't get to see a picture of his shot up corpse before it got dumped in the sea. So conspiracy theories will abound and there will be fake Osamas blogging up a storm claiming to still be alive. And it's just so tiresome. Like the moon landing or JFK's killing or Lady Gaga's gender, conspiracies may be true, partially true, or flat-out false and it won't make a bit of difference at the end of the day to how you live your life. Seriously people, let it go.
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Finally an action movie with the depth and story worthy of academy award winner Adrian Brody! Yes, when I think Predators, the first thing that comes to mind is the star of The Pianist and those stupid fucking Stella Artois commercials. Seriously they couldn't find anybody else to lead this movie? Somebody who looks a little less like Pee-Wee Herman's big brother?
Ach, anyways, the movie is what you'd expect. Dumb. Too bad, cause the supporting cast was actually pretty decent. Shouts out to Topher Grace and Walter Goggins.
Oh and I watched Hobo With A Shotgun yesterday. Watch that movie. Seriously. Watch it. Just, you know, have a few beers first.